the black hole of Calcutta is a brilliant light relative to the darkness herein -- did romance take the a-train from your Muse? --this is overtly intense Vickie -- your writing is brilliant -- I only wish it was wearing a little smile, "Romantic Poetess" -- may peace,love and joy be always with you --- JMW
My goodness! Who turned out the light? For a dark poem and I haven't read many, this is very much alive with stuff which desires to cling to my consciousness. The darkness undulates in these lines.Excellent for a dark poem.
If you ever been in Autralia's aborigin's domains, some nights you will hear that kind of music which can call that kind of thoughts where rage and fear mixed with outrage, acceptance with andrepulsion and love with cruel owners of indemnity.
An impervious to argument poem, an extraordinary one.
A dungeons philosophy?